In a matter of seconds, the course of your life could be altered irreversibly forever. An individual’s defining moment can come at any point in your life in a variety of ways. As you continue to age, the number of these special experiences will accumulate. The moments that define you will pave the way for your future. It was in the summer of second grade when my mother decided to bring me out of the country to visit my father and spend two months in Dubai. At that time, it has almost been two years since I’ve last met my father. I was seven years old, and we had so much to talk about. I was ecstatic because our family was getting together again after almost two long years. I told him of my academic achievements: acquiring a gold eagle, …show more content…
I felt the adrenaline rush through my body. I started moving my limbs erratically. Water began to enter my lungs, and I was unable to establish my composure. I could barely keep myself afloat. The sea water splashed against my eyes. I could taste the salty flavor of the sea. I can vividly remember that I was crying for help, but my cry was muffled by the ocean waves. I was borderline drowning. There was one thing on my mind: death. My life had never been at risk before this. I didn’t fear a horrible death up until that point. The thought of me dying at such a young age never crossed my mind. Luckily, my father was still watching over me from a distance. He told me that as soon as he saw my head submerged underwater; he called for my elder brother at the top of his lungs. Luckily, my elder brother was nothing like me regarding swimming capability. He was a competitive swimmer, but more importantly, he came to my rescue. I can remember having my chest pushed above the water and being dragged away from the sea. All I could remember afterward was my father placing me against his chest, as he was vigorously patting my back so I could regulate my breathing and cough out the
As lifeless as she looked, her eyes were open. Smothered underwater in a baby pool on the back porch, I ran to her aid thinking she was no longer alive. Fortunately, she was still breathing and I cautiously dragged her out of the water. Tears streamed down my face as I shook her limp body in an attempt to bring her to consciousness. As a fourth grader, this was a horrendous experience, however, several other of my mother’s drunken episodes were just as terrifying.
The island was known for earthquakes. I quickly rushed to the only house that was in sight. Breathing was getting harder and harder for me. Deep inside I knew that I needed to live. My eyes were amazed.
I was only six months old when my birth family decided they couldn’t take care of me. I had a serious medical condition that needed surgery, they knew they couldn’t afford. I Needed to get open heart surgery because I had a leaking valve in my heart. Blood wasn’t able to pump to the rest of my body. You hear of children being left at a police station or being left on a door step.
Throughout my life I have come from and created a few identities for myself. Perhaps, the most dominant identities that have been apart of my life are being an athlete and being a family orientated man. In this paper I will write about how my identities have shaped my life. First off I believe my biggest identity is being an athlete.
I yelled. He’s not dead! Not yet! And i started to hit him harder and harder. At last, my father half opened his eyes.
1861-1863 Epilogue- Isabelle Robertson a young woman her country within the rough time occurring. It's 1862 and war has started on April 12, 1861, and it's been a brutal time for her and her family. Her father, Devin Robertson died in the Battle Of Bull Run as a hero, when he tried to save general Brig. Gen P.G.T Beauregard from a subtle attack but failed and died in the attempt.
This accident forever changed my life. My dad nodded off at the worst possible time and we
My legs would shake, my stomach would be in knots, everyone looking with anticipation, waiting for the plunge, but I couldn't compose myself to produce. Some little voice in my head kept convincing me to turn around and run. I sat on the sidelines, watching everybody else having the fun, playing the games, and doing the diving. Even kids that were younger than myself were swimming. I felt like such a failure, until one day I decided that nothing was going to stand
Then I remembered that I was no longer that little girl who couldn 't swim. I was the adult in charge of saving people 's lives. I quickly dove down to rescue the helpless body. We resurfaced and she was coughing, but still alive and breathing. Until that moment, I never fully understood how much pressure lifeguards are under.
When we reached the beach we started making sand castles and playing games with my family and friends. After that we went into the water, It was fun until it hit me. A colossal wave dragged me into the cold abyssal water. I was helpless, freezing, I couldn't get out. Feeling like I would be stuck for eternity, lost and helpless.
Oh my Christina! You’re a lucky individual and so is your father. I hope that your father was mentally able to bounce back from that. A good friend of mines is facing a similar problem.
Then, I heard a gurgling sound, and eventually, what I hoped not to be a voice. “Hi”, was what it sounded like. I hoped that was the end of the form of torture that I was experiencing, but it continued. “Do you know what it’s like to drown?” Out of nowhere, and to my shock, she
My feet started to descend through the ocean floor, because of the slushy sand at the bottom. The water smelled like a mist of fresh air and seaweed. I spotted three surfers gliding across the tides like penguins, splashing water in my mouth. The water left an undesirable salty taste in mouth, it was horrible. When I exit out of the lagoon, I notice my skin felt precisely smooth as a baby 's bottom.
At first I thought it was just another deadly whirlpool trying to pull me down even further but then I realized it was a person pulling me upward. A strong arm pulled me up slowly and I felt myself becoming conscious again. As soon as I was above water again, I coughed and gasped for air.
I had a fear of water since I was a child, but somehow managed to take a risk and dive. You know the feeling of being underwater? The bone-crushing pressure of gallons of water envelops every inch of your body and sinks into your lungs, your brain, your heart. While you remain remarkably void of feeling, the fullness of defeat dominates your mind until all that is left inside you are the remnants of the sea’s terrors. Underwater, there are no sounds from the outside world - no cries from those you have wronged, no professions of love hidden inside for too long, no vicious words flung ruthlessly at your feet from the glares of passing strangers.